"Flight 189 non-stop to Germany, now boarding," the monotonus voice said, and then repeated it twice.
I sighed, took my earbuds out of my ear, and grabbed my bag, my Harry Potter book, and my lyrics journal.
I had just found out a couple of weeks ago that I was moving to Germany. It was a Saturday, and the only reason that I remembered that fact is because my band had a gig at the local coffeehouse. I play lead guitar for a band called Zombie. Yeah, it's not really original, but I'd like to see some people do better.
I had just gotten in from practice when my mom called me into the dining room.
I knew something bad was gonna happen because we never, ever use the dining room except for formal dinners that my parents occasionally throw and holidays.
They also use it as a meeting room to discuss inform me that major changes are gonna happen.
"Sweetie, we have something to tell you," my mom said.
I replied, "Who died this time?"
My parents gave each other that "look" and my dad said, "Nobody died, Meg. We have something important to tell you."
I was really confused. I decided to take a guess at what they could tell me and asked, "Are you pregnant mom?"
"Oh for God's sake Meg! No!" my mom snapped.
"Alright, calm down! God!" I muttered.
"Meg, I got promoted at work," my dad said.
"Really? That's great. Congratulations!" I told my dad.
"But..." my dad said and then stopped.
"But..." I encouraged him to go on.
"This promotion requires me to move," my dad said as nicely as he could.
"OK. Where are we moving to?" I really could care less where we moved because I knew there would almost always be people similar to me wherever we moved.
"Germany."
"We're moving where?!" I yelled. I was in shock.
"Now Meg--"
"Now Meg nothing! All of my friends are here! It would be one thing to move somewhere in the United States, or even Canada, but I can't even speak the language here! Why would you do this to me?" I started sobbing and ran out of the house. Neither my mom or my dad tried to stop me.